Our (not so) reliable old car is on the blink again, and I've stopped counting after the third time (else I'll surely lose three days' worth of pahala for the expletives spewed).
This precisely is the trouble when one buys a used car. Only God knows how many hands had fiddled with the innards of this 'old-new' wheels of ours before we took possession of it last year.
This time it had the grace to die on us at a petrol station, as opposed to the last time when the front wheel axle gave way (!) smack at the entrance of our residence, with hapless me behind the wheels.
The screeching, grating sounds it made as the undercarriage dragged for a few metres towards the guardhouse could have woken up the dead in the nearby Kampung Sungai Pencala cemetery.
I think there isn't much to distinguish between our ancient wheels and our decrepit old selves; both are equally cantankerous.
We bought this ageing Merc to deter thieves, after our four-year old Wira got hot-wired in Shah Alam in March last year. Our reasoning; who would be dumb enough to relieve us of this crappy thing on wheels?
I guess the car, now at a workshop in Kg Sungai Pencala, is having the last laugh. The alternator needs replacing while the gasket needs to be repaired.
And we have not even factored in the jammed auto windows (all but one), the hot again, cold again air conditioning, the 'dead as a dodo' dashboard lighting.
I wonder how much do we have to fork out this time; putting it together was close to 5 grand when we first took it home last year. Well, there goes the holiday... (sigh..)
NOTE: Now, if you see a grumpy-looking old lady snug-fit behind the wheels of her daughter's mean black Viva, flying all over TTDI (the car is soooo light it feels like flying!), give her a wide berth, just in case.. :D